Friday, August 26, 2016

Jill Abberline is an only child, raised by her single Detective dad. Although he’s done his best to raise a well rounded girl, Jill’s remained quiet, shy, and studious. Now in college, a few years ahead of other kids her age, she’s working hard to get her degree and help make the world a better place. She’s had her life planned out since day one, and hasn’t allowed anything to distract her from her goals.

Nothing could’ve prepared her for when those plans were derailed and her dreams crushed.

Now Jill’s faced with horrific changes that force her to try and put the pieces of her life back together. As she does, she discovers a case her dad has secretly been working on, opening her eyes to the real world around her. One filled with deceit, lies, murder… and revenge.

Author Bio:

Author N.L. Greene is a writer of many genres from YA Fantasy, to NA Paranormal Romance and Contemporary, to Adult Historical Fiction, and many more to come. Her first series, The Deadly Flowers Series (written under the pen name Riana Lucas), is a 4 book series about a Faery warrior, Poppy. Writing under the name N.L. Greene, she has written NA magically romantic books in the series The MysticSeeker Series, and about bullying in her mature YA Contemporary novel, Twisted. She has also had the opportunity to collaborate with four other amazing authors to create Fractured Glass and Seven, both of which are award winning novels.

N.L. Greene currently lives in Florida with her husband and two beautiful daughters. When she isn't writing or reading, she enjoys traveling around the world with her family, shopping and doing other girly things with her girls, or playing video games with her husband. She is a lover of dogs, chocolate, and anything pink!

Blurb:
A dark force has risen, with the Garretts powerless to defend themselves. The Gryphon Series Resurrection continues with ... Inferno, a brand new novella releasing this fall!

RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel

Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012

Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013

Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, and the romantic comedy Adapted for Film. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Blurb:
Reap (Book 1): The remnants of the United States of America have been divided.

From five enormous, technologically-advanced cities, the Greaters rule over the Lessers. In the Lesser village of Orchard, things are not as perfect as Abby Kelley thinks they are. When the apple harvest draws near and the Greater’s engineered fruits become too much for one village to handle alone, reinforcements from neighboring villages are called upon.

Having to choose between her best friend, whom she has no romantic feelings for, and mysterious newcomer Crew, Abby finds herself in the middle of a harvest that she had no intention of becoming a part of. She becomes involved in a situation that threatens the strict rule of the Greaters, and just might give the Lessers hope for a better tomorrow. But, can she help the Lessers without losing Crew? And if she chooses Crew, will she lose her best friend?

Resist (Book 2): Abby Kelley returns home from the Greater city of Olympus to find that things in Orchard Village are bad, very bad. The Olympian Guard has taken over village affairs. The Lessers are being worked to the bone in the coldest winter Orchard has seen. Villagers are being dragged away for the slightest indication of what they call “resistance.” She needs to keep her head down and her mouth shut. But, it’s so hard to do when everything within you screams rebellion.

Kyan is coming on strong, trying to convince her to take a chance on him. Shocking news of Crew’s activities in Olympus sweeps through the Villages. When Abby is taken away by the Olympian guard, Kyan sends word to Vesuvius for help. But,
no one could have predicted their idea of help or what they might expect in return.

Who will be left to pick up the pieces of Abby’s heart?

Reclaim (Book 3): The Greaters have ruled over the Lessers since The Fall. They’ve taken Abby’s family. They’ve taken her friends. They’ve taken her hostage and threatened the villages.

Award-winning author Casey L. Bond resides in Milton, West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. When she’s not busy being a domestic goddess and chasing her baby girls, she loves to write young adult and new adult fiction.
You can find more information about Bond’s books via the following links:

A SLAM JOLTED ME OUTof my slumber. Another bang echoed in the front of the cabin, and footsteps hurried to my door. I didn’t know how long I’d slept, or if it was still daylight, but I was still tired and wanted to retreat back into the sweet abyss again. My door opened, and I turned my head to see my aunt standing in the doorway.

“What happened, Abby?” She rushed over.

I tried to push myself up, but my back was so stiff. The skin even felt stiff. How was that possible? I winced.

“Stay down. Let me see.” She gingerly lifted the back of Ky’s shirt and peeked underneath. The fabric slowly peeled away from my skin where the bandages Evelyn had applied didn’t quite reach, or had shifted, and it felt like part of the wounds tore open again. A hiss escaped from between my teeth at the same time a curse flew from her lips.

“Evelyn sent more salve. She said that your body would absorb part of it and that more would have to be packed in.” Lulu helped me sit up and, one by one, I unbuttoned the shirt and again pried it away from my back. The only portion not torn to shreds from the fifteen lashes was the part my bra had covered; although, by the last lash, it only hung on by a thread.

“Evelyn came to the depot. She said you’d been injured and gave me the medicine and salve. I had no idea. Did Norris do this?”

All I could do was nod.

Lulu took my shirt as I laid back down on my stomach and tried to remain as still as possible while she packed my wounds. Having left the room, I could hear her banging around in the kitchen before she returned with a steaming mug containing more of the special tea. I gulped it down, hoping it would help numb the pain like it had before. When my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep almost immediately.

Something was touching my face, caressing my cheek. The skin that brushed mine was rough, hardened by the work we all shared.Am I dreaming?I waited, trying to see if it was real or part of a dream. Whichever it was, it was nice, comforting.Rough fingertips moved over the parts of my back that weren’t split open and packed with gunk. I sucked in a breath and held it. It was real. I moved my head and saw his silhouette against the candlelight flickering in from the kitchen and living room. “Ky?” My voice was raspy and barely sounded like my own. Sleep and exhaustion filled every chord.

“Shh. I’m here.” Suddenly, I was very aware I was lying shirtless on my bed. Even though I was on my stomach, that didn’t help me feel any less naked in front of my best friend—who happened to be a member of the male species—a very fine specimen according to my girlfriends.

I knew he was handsome. I wasn’t blind. But I didn’t see him like that. He’d dated many of my friends and was getting ready to marry Paige Winters after the harvest was complete and the orchards picked bare. His fingertips traced the intact skin between my shoulder blades, and I tensed under his touch.He’d kissed my head and temple and hugged me more times than I could count, but that was different; it was more intimate. His touch was delicate, gentle compared to his normal strength, and anything but playful. “Ky?”He didn’t answer. His fingers explored my back, careful not to stray too close to the wounds streaking across my skin. “Kyan?”

“Shut up, Abby. Just let me... Just shut up.” He’d never talked to me like that. His voice was raspy, and he’d never, ever told me to shut up before. So I did. I wasn’t sure why. He shouldn’t have been touching my skin. Shouldn’t have been caressing the good parts left; but, sitting with me in the dark, he was doing exactly that, and I was allowing it.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

“Life, liberty, and the pursuit of justice. Would you risk it all for love?”

It all comes down to choice. Choose to live. Choose to die. Choose to love.

Zared’s choice is to rescue the love of his life, Tru Shepard, despite the warrant for his own death. She’s a prisoner at a remote military compound.

Tru’s choices are limited. Marry a man she despises or face death.

Sometimes life dictates what’s important.

Is love enough to risk it all?

Will Zared’s ultimate mission prevail?

CHAPTER 1

ZARED

“Citizens help the New Order find and eliminate terrorist agitators!

The keys to spotting traitors of the American Republic:

Traitors don’t support Inoculation Day,

…doubt the Government,

…don’t watch AR news streams,

…talk of Alliance,

…avoid mandated educational questionnaires,

Traitors don’t support Riza.

Don’t be caught supporting a traitor! Be a loyal citizen. Report any and all suspected traitors.”

(A communiqué from the Bureau of Homeland Protection)

I saved a life and took a life in a matter of seconds.

Watching the Canadian medics wheel Ko away, I know she’ll be fine, thanks to me. Another set of medics claims my father’s body. Also my fault. I did the right thing. He would have killed Ko and anyone else who got in his way.

But, my father’s blood staining my hands is a stark reality I have to face. Children don’t kill their parents. We’re supposed to love and cherish them. Yet, parents shouldn’t incite their children to commit murder. Perhaps I could have overlooked his faults. I search my memory trying to latch on to the good times we shared, but the vault’s dry.

My father abandoned me years ago.

Still, I wanted to forgive him. All I needed was one reason, any excuse would have worked. I wasn’t picky. I needed to know why he discarded me when I needed him the most. Now, I’ll never know.

“Aoki, we need to talk.” The loud, acidic voice cuts through the silence. Malcolm slithers his way across the floor. I have no desire to go up against the former rapper turned activist. I need time to myself to accept what I’ve done.

“Can it wait?” I croak.

“I need a status report,” he blasts back. The man once known as the Ice Pimp crosses his arms, staring me down with intense, eerie blue eyes.

“I need to deal with what happened,” I say absently, pushing the hair off my forehead. A slight tremor quakes through my body followed by a trail of sweat etching its way down my spine. The tremor morphs into a fully charged piston. Its incessant revving urges my feet toward the door. Either time needs to speed up, or Malcolm needs to shut up.

“We ‘preciate what you did for the cause.”

I bristle at Malcolm’s callousness. Jabbing a finger, I snap. “It wasn’t about the damn cause. It was self-preservation. Don’t you get it?”

Malcolm’s face tightens, insubordination on my part. For once, I didn’t care about the repercussions. What I’d done mattered more than a status report or this militant’s battle.

“I killed my FATHER! It was him or me.”

Malcolm sneers. “What would you like me to do? Throw you a goddamned party? Get over yo’self. You had a job to do. You did it. End of story.”

The arrogant-ass prick doesn’t get it. Killing my father, killing anyone, wasn’t the job. Damn it, I loved my father. At one point in my life, I’m sure, the man loved me. I know he did. I believe he did. I hope he did.

I need time to handle my loss and the person I’ve become… a murderer. Reality sucker punches me. I’ve been a lot of things in my life—son, boyfriend, liar, cheat. But never a murderer.

One person understands me. Tru. I need my girl.

“I’ve got to get out of here.” I rush for the exit.

Malcolm blocks my path. “I need the report.”

I stare up at him. He juts his chin, squints, and a hard smile crosses his face. Damn! I’m a complete idiot. This ass played me. My fingers clench.

“You planned this,” I accuse.

“And you carried it out. Mission complete.” His cold eyes mock me.

Unbelievable. Malcolm wasn’t man enough to do the job himself, so he set me up. Who the hell does that?

I reach for my gun. It’s not in my waistband. The glint of steel catches my eye from the floor.

Malcolm follows my line of sight. “You’re not that stupid, Aoki.”

He’s right, I concede. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting to rip his heart out with my bare hands. His death, however, serves no purpose. My father will still be dead, and I’ll be a punching bag for Riza. Bastards like him cause their own demise. I storm past Malcolm. His joyless laughter is the backdrop to my hurried steps.

A few Alliance mercenaries stand around outside the building. I approach a sturdy soldier in tan camo fatigues. The name on his shirt pocket reads Niang, a Purebred from Senegal.

He salutes. I return the gesture. “Aoki.”

“Private Niang, sir.” His French-accented voice booms from his body. Definitely not native to the American Republic.

“Don’t have to be so formal. No rank here. Did you take someone to an Ubernet café today?”

Niang frowns. “No, but I know where it is. I can take you there.”

“Good. Let’s go.” I hop into the passenger seat, lean back, and close my eyes. The image of my father’s inanimate body surrounded by his own blood invades my thoughts and causes bile to rise up in my throat.

“Pull over, now!”

As soon as Niang stops the vehicle, I jump out, spilling my guts across the cracked asphalt. Reality kicks my ass. The gun blast and the image of my father crumpling to the ground loop in my mind.

My God, I killed him.

With my own hands, I ended my father’s life. Yes, I saved Ko and prevented more bloodshed. But it didn’t change the fact I killed my own flesh and blood.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I attempt to mourn for him. To ask God for forgiveness. Memories of the suffering and heartache I endured because of my father’s abandonment blur the lines of grief. His involvement with the New Order crushes any shred of remorse left in my heart.

With final resolve, I rest my trembling body against the Jeep. Where will my father’s soul find its resting place? With all the havoc he caused on Earth, I hope he owned a pair of asbestos-lined boots.

I scrape my hand down my pants leg before wiping my mouth and climb back into the vehicle. “I’m ready.”

My life hasn’t been easy. The green kid who stared at a pretty girl across the school yard years ago no longer exists. Life on the streets hardened me, corrupted my youth, and left behind a guy who’s discovering not everyone has my best interests at heart.

Working for the Alliance wasn’t something I could avoid. My options were clear-cut: join the cause and help in any way requested or face punishment for a crime I didn’t commit. I disagreed, but lost the war of words.

Malcolm’s possession of a video showing a different altercation sealed my fate and guaranteed my cooperation. If anyone had to die today, it should have been the cold-hearted Hybrid.

Trust. It’s not something one does living on the streets of New Detroit. New perils present themselves daily. Deviants, hanging out on corners waiting for guys like me, want to play cat and mouse games. Survival requires being smarter.

Joining the Alliance kept me alive. In doing so, I merely exchanged a familiar predator for a craftier, secretive one.

It’s time to take back control of my life.

Niang stops the vehicle in front of a red-brick storefront. I pull out my phone and call Tru. Straight to voicemail. I exit the vehicle, hoping Tru waits inside the café.

SF Benson, a Michigan native, resides in Georgia with her husband, a human daughter,and a couple of miniature fur kids (two female short-haired guinea pigs). At one time shewrangled a household which included three Samoyeds, saltwater fish, a hamster, and threeguinea pigs.SF has always wanted to be a writer, but she’s had a variety of positions ‘feeding’ hercreative brain—blogger/reviewer, customer service representative, veterinary assistant,marketing assistant, editorial assistant, receptionist, and even cashier for women’s clothingand shoes.She’s an avid bookworm who appreciates a well-written book regardless of genre. SFprefers to write stories which allow her to answer the question “what if”. She leans towardswriting strong, diverse protagonists set in dystopian, science fiction, or paranormal worlds.

Blurb:A cure has been found for both the Infection and Vampirism, and Porschia Grant must take this news out of the colony. Between her friends volunteering to go with her and a well-planned route, the first journey should be easy. But when they make it to Mountainside, things are strange. The people are frightened of female night-walkers and won’t say why.

When the excursion takes a wrong turn, Porschia’s friends make a decision that will impact the rest of their lives. They expect to save Porschia from the evil contained in The Manor; they don’t expect to have to save her from herself.

When everything goes wrong, who will be left to pick up the pieces and save Ford from a threat no one could have seen coming?

What will happen when they risk everything to save one?

Review:

Friction begins right where Frequency left off. Porschia, Tage, Mercedes, Roman and Saul head out to share the news of a cure with the other colonies. Sounds simple, right? Well let me tell you things couldn't go more crazy and wrong. Author Casey Bond had me revelling in the insanity of Porschia's wrath and the depths at which these characters will go to protect each other. Magnificent!!!

Of course Tage is as sexy and naughty as ever and I seriously cannot live without him. "My God, that sight would never get old. He was strong, virile, and bloody, and he smelled so good." Ahh! (*clears throat)

It's so exciting to watch as each of our main characters continue to grow and change. That's one of the things that really pulled me to this series to begin with and I am overjoyed that they each continue to evolve. Especially Porschia who has to learn to live with being incurable, and not fully a zombie or night-walker. She fights with the rage, hunger and knowledge that she will never be human again. Her strength and courage is the backbone to this series! Roman quotes Shakespeare and I think it describes her perfectly, "Though she be but little, she is fierce."

This series just keeps getting more exciting and just darn amazing! I can't say enough good things about Friction and the Frenzy Series. Grab a copy, sit back and be ready to go into a reading "frenzy".

Award-winning author Casey L. Bond resides in Milton, West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. When she’s not busy being a domestic goddess and chasing her baby girls, she loves to write young adult and new adult fiction.
You can find more information about Bond’s books via the following links:

I could not stop reading this book. I wanted to quit my job just so I could read it in one sitting. LOL A Demon Made Me Do It is amazing! I love the whole concept of the book. Totally different and like nothing I have read before. ...

I really loved this book. Every chapter was full of action, mystery and add in a bit of romance and I was hooked. I highly recommend this book. It brought out an emotional response from me. I am sitting on the edge of my seat waiting...

I LOVE THIS SERIES!!! Resistance starts out right where Rising left off. Clara, Gabe and their clan head north to meet up with other clans to begin training. A war is coming and they better be ready.
What I love most about Saga of th...

Goodreads

I am a big fan of Angel books and Inescapable is flying to the top of my favorites list. I cried my eyes out one minute and laughed my butt of the next.
Evie is such a strong leading lady who still retains a vulnerablility that reels ...

The third book in th Evolution trilogy. What can I say about it? Awesome, amazing, thrilling... David Estes you are a genius! This book kept me on the edge of my seat. I felt such intense emotion to the main characters and their cau...

Another brilliant book by David Estes. A gripping journey through love, loss and personal growth. David has a way of creating beautiful charcters that pull you into their struggles and triumphs, making you feel connected on an emotiona...